. . . . Dear grandfather
Oscar: You have left me thinking long after your departure. When I was told a week ago, you had got it wrong, I never thought this would finally your departure. So, even that is said to be very difficult to survive as many ups and downs of health when you have such an advanced age, I really thought you were immune to it all. Is that for less than two years your unwavering health was threatened by a very strong pneumonia, which took you unawares and very little ended up being much more than a joke. So much so that even the holy oils gave you, and you, to the disbelief of all of us, sending the death to kick cans. For upstart and spoiled. And guess the words in your thinking at the time, "There will be seen." So if this time the left waist pulling the damn pale, I thought that surely this time also end up claiming victory.
Looking back on it, Grandpa, that was not the first time that thwart the dog in the manger of the existence (yes, that you do not live or let live). I remember that incredible story (excuse me if my memory makes exaggerated or distort some details) that you told us how at an early age suffered from a very high fever and presaged everything there was no hope for you. A sentence beyond question, because in those times, those of your childhood, technological advances in medicine in our country still had not dawned, the great degree of suffering to change his fate. And so, as I remember you told me-the child Osquitar lay in his bed, surrounded by his family waiting for just the time of outcome. That was when the doctor asked you to fulfill a last wish, a fancy finish. Well then, your order surprised everyone. The child kept Osquitar A checkmark divine secret. He liked to smoke his Puchito Early sneak my grandfather! Then request you to please pass a cigarette, you wanted to give you a few puffs. I imagine, grandfather, it would have caused astonishment (even today I would have done), but things in life, I conceded.
And told me that butt - God knows how and why - did the miracle. I lowered the temperature again became a healthy child. Then you became a man to build a strong and fruitful life. Ah yes, never again to take a cigarette.
If then, grandfather, perhaps for all these precedents, coupled with my own selfish ingrate personality, I did not give due attention to the news of your last battle and subsequent death. Tell you the Maji, grandpa, as the last Wednesday night when he called us from Arequipa my mom to tell us that the thing had been already quite complicated and we had to board the first plane the next day to be with you one last time I acted as the most unworthy grandson. Your daughter Patty asked us by telephone that we were to accompany her as long as possible, and I, fool as I am, I made a telling-even demanding directly, but via the Maji-for 4 days was too much, "he had pending work My second review Natural Drawing part. "Nonsense. I wanted to take precedence at first, grandfather, family pain that requires the union of its members, and reluctantly accepted a stay here in our land until the following Monday.
Therefore, I ask forgiveness, grandfather.
has been almost 3 days from Thursday, grandfather loved. Tomorrow I return back to my routine pretty artist in Lima, and leave here with sorrow to my mother, Pattycita , your beloved daughter.
Let me tell you now want to go, I meant a very great lesson (or more than that, a resounding slap to my eternal "me, me, me, me") the impact on our family (and more directly to my heart) has your game.
We've all been with you, very united, proud and excited to have met you. Loving you forever.
I can not define all the passages that have this final journey of your life, I've been lucky enough to be a participant, my grandfather. You have been present at every important moment of my childhood, my training as a man, and that makes me shed, as of this writing, the tears did not spring up to stand before your grave. Nah, more rewarded me hug my mother, to comfort the Titita and my grandmother Deo, nice things to talk to Matthew could sleep in peace, and thank, when everything was over, my Uncle Miki, with a kiss so exemplary son who was with you. So it was urgent to write now from here (my corner pink) and mourn a little next to you in private. But not for the sadness, of course, me as I know that you're not going to be any more at home on Avenida Ejercito watching TV in the evenings, at a very low volume, every time I return to this Arequipa, of both renegade in recent years but that deep down, when we review the books you had to count the names and charges in the past occupied Characato your ancestors, loved and missed so deeply.
of you then, grandfather, inherited this love-hate for this city. Stubbornness of you and, God willing chivalry. When I grabbed an ear of small repeating this little game of words that still remember LONCC " Ccorito cascamollete motet." The time you taught me how to tie a tie, due to some unfortunate teenager. The only legendary that you did visit the temple of your hairdresser Don Chacpallo. The countless anecdotes and adventures of childhood and youth that always had the good spirit of wanting to share with me, and although many still remember, I regret, over the years, the absence thereof collected in a booklet for the day when my memory gets insolent and vivacity of the child with you Osquitar narrated them, I may already be too far away.
Finally, Grandpa, I must tell you something else that never reached and that above all things for me makes you a hero never dies. Thanks for bringing the world to my mom (my grandma with additives), and the tremendous courage you had when you left alone, to move forward to 4 great kids! You did it, Grandpa!! But I would not be here to talk about these things.
Say hello to God, grandpa. Tell him I love him more. My uncle Jolacho, Adita my grandmother, my mom Titi, and your friend Molluscum.
much I'll love you forever is where I go I feel so proud to have met you and take your blood in my veins.
Osquitar Rest in peace, and we'll meet again someday!
Your grandson who loves you,
Dante.
